paintings- a.i

7-starbucks

ashton's POV

"being alive sucks." i hear grace yell in the bathroom.

"what's wrong babygirl?" i yell loud enough so she can hear me.

"nothing, you'll be grossed out." she says, walking out of the bathroom and closing the door.

her face looked angry. i have a feeling what is happening.

"oh no baby, come sit down by me." i tell grace, and she sits next to me.

"i hate being a girl." she says, wrapping her arms around my torso.

"hey, don't say that. you're an awesome girl." i tell her, playing with her hair gently.

"i wish i was a boy. you'd still date me, right?" she asks me, showing me her beautiful smile.

"of course i would baby."

so, if you guys didn't know, i am bisexual. i actually dated this boy luke, but let's not get in too much detail in that topic.

i hear grace say, "yay", and i chuckle.

"hey, would you like to get starbucks since you are on that time again?" i ask grace sweetly.

"nah. i just want to stay here and cuddle with you. you can call up one of your friends and ask them to get us some." she says, holding my hand.

"okay babe, whatever you want." I kiss her on the forehead and grab my phone to call one of my friends.

now, living in los angeles has its pros and cons.

the pros are that your friends are really close, there are a bunch of places to go when you get bored as hell.

the cons are the people and the traffic.

oh! and let's not forget all of the artwork you see (idk if there is artwork all over the place, I've never been to L.A)

i look through my contacts and called my friend michael.

michael is a great guy. he is such a good friend and he always has your back whenever you need it.

i wait for him to pick up, but no answer.

"huh, that's weird, he always picks up." i say, confused.

"try calling him again." i hear grace say, sounding very tired.

i try calling again, and he finally answers.

'hey man, what's up.'

"hey, I'm so so sorry if I'm bothering you at the moment, but grace and i are really craving starbucks. can you go and get us some please?"

i felt bad for asking him to do this, but it's for grace, and I'll do anything for her.

'oh man, im so sorry, but i don't live in l.a. anymore.'

"what? why didn't you tell me mikey?"

'dude please don't take this the wrong way, i wanted to take a break from everything after i moved, and i totally forgot to text you. i didn't forget about you though.'

"oh, well, okay. where the hell did you move?"

'i moved back home in australia.'

"oh. well, i guess i'll be going now. goodbye."

'goodbye."

and then he hung up.

"man, i can't believe he moved without telling you." i hear grace say.

"yeah, i can't believe it either. he forgot about me."

"and i always thought he was a good man." grace says, getting up out of the bed and putting her shoes on.

"what are you doing?" i ask grace.

"we're going to starbucks."

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ayyye it's me again.

i hope you liked this chapter.

-mel-